He gives the board a quick glance which turns into a long, slightly cross-eyed, stare. "I've heard of fusion cuisine," he murmurs, "but..." At least it doesn't seem to involve anything intrinsically outre. "Rodolphus threatened to invite me over for baked cat once," he mentions, the name bringing up its usual wave of terror, comfort, and loneliness, and turns to the menu.
It's... complicated. No broth. But there, under 'soups' is Yes, we do have miso soup, if you want to be boring. He turns to the scraggly little waiter hovering anxiously by the table in the pathetically sequined pointy hat that says WIZZARD. "I wish to be boring," he commands, pointing impatiently when the runny eyes go @.@. "And you may bring this gingered broth-infused rice with egg and fruit, and the spinach in sesame oil. Heated."